by D'Anne Speaks
Just three syllables,
But even when I whisper them
Searing heat spreads
Tingling from the crown of my head
To the French tips of my toes.
Just three syllables,
But once they are pronounced
Ooooh…once they are enunciated,
I feel suddenly liberated
Floating on a gentle breeze.
Just three syllables,
But just to speak them,
Causes heavenly objects to spin around…
Builds up walls and tears them down!
Wow, such power in your name!
Written November 21, 2012
Just three syllables,
But even when I whisper them
Searing heat spreads
Tingling from the crown of my head
To the French tips of my toes.
Just three syllables,
But once they are pronounced
Ooooh…once they are enunciated,
I feel suddenly liberated
Floating on a gentle breeze.
Just three syllables,
But just to speak them,
Causes heavenly objects to spin around…
Builds up walls and tears them down!
Wow, such power in your name!
Written November 21, 2012